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who I am
This morning my friend Will posted his status as this: …R. Foster: “…who we are – not who we want to be – is the only offering we have to give.” So thankful God wants us more than our effort. As I sat there trotting through announcements, emails, status updates,…
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track tragedy- unnoticed and forgotten
Dear Editor, Principal, Coach and Reader, May 21, 2009 Today a tragedy occurred at the track meet in Ossining. This tragedy will not make the evening news in fact it will be lucky to make the editors column and all the more is the pity. Today a young man thought…
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when is it too much? (tiger mom rant)
Question of the millenia….When do we as mom’s cross the line into neurosis over our children and their health? When am I going too far by starting to push people to DO SOMETHING for God’s sake and my daughters????How do we make them understand that the point we are at…
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how stupid can I get? (an adventure story!)
The day was lovely- cold and foggy with the sun peeking through. The river and streams misty with the change in temperature and the ice beginning to form on the water. The leaves were crisp and I was inspired! I ran home yesterday to get the camera and take some…
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should old aquaintance be forgot?
As time went on I thought that I did not need any old connections. I thought that while I remembered so many, they must have forgotten me. I thought that even if they did remember me, they had their lives now and who needed someone from the past?I thought I…
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When Sleep Comes Not
When sleep comes not… I rest upon my chair…fingers on the go, ready to release the pent up thoughts… to find the peace that comes when I am empty of word and thought once again. When sleep comes not…I have seen one of them die…and I awake with knotted throat…
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people dying stinks.
No matter how hard we try to prepare ourselves for it, no matter if we try to separate ourselves from someone to avoid the pain, no matter how much warning or how little- death stinks. Phone calls in the middle of the night pretty much only mean one thing- unless…
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what happened between Fulda and 2008
Spring of 1990 So here I am dating this awesome guy, Lance. My parents are gone to the states to Walter Reed for treatment for my mom that she cannot get in Germany. They call to say “we are being reassigned. Compassionate Reassignment.” I am devastated. So 6 weeks before…
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Twin escapade (one of many)
Ya know how I talked about the way the kids whine about what the other is not doing and not paying attention to their own responsibilities? I THOUGHT that was the greatest thing as a mother right now that irked me. I was SO wrong. You will not believe what…
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off I go again
Well, here I go again. I am so tired! Tired of moving, tired of traveling, tired of changes that are constant and huge. I know we all deal with change- it is inevitable, but it is also exhausting and stressful when those changes are constant or huge mmmmm* wait* have…
Mistress of Divinity 